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bkry worldwide & daysbeforepablo - one in the chamber lyrics

[intro: interviewer & kobe bryant]
still waiting for a big smile out of you
you’re up 2+0, what’s the story, are you not happy?
or you’re only half+happy? or—
what’s there to be happy about?
you’re up 2+0
job’s not finished
job finished? no, i don’t think so

[verse 1: will dolla]
(look, look, ayo)
hoodie weather
white fur mink coat with a louis bag
trendsetter, chrome hearts d+ckies
lil’ b+tch i’m into that
she know it’s me
big boy dolla, i’m slidin’ in a scat
from the g, where n+ggas catch more bodies than alcatraz
dope money, fix it over the stove if i whip it right
double r, inside red guts
b+tch, i’m feelin’ fly
off+white, rip that man virgil
wish he was still alive
eight ball, ridin’ with lil’ b
b+tch, we gettin’ high
eastside gary, lil’ n+gga
yеah, b+tch, i’m loco
i’m ridin’ on vvs rose gold, like i’m rico
i might get it from chico
hе sell it for the cheap, though
givin’ put plenty of shots, i got the cheat code
e+way swervin’, i’m sippin’ lines out a double cup
runnin’ to these racks
told that lil’ b+tch i can’t get enough
i might get her a tummy tuck
or do she want the lambo truck?
vvs diamonds in my necklace, never tucked
[verse 2: taeoo, taeoo, will dolla & daysbeforepablo]
(stop f+ckin’ lookin’ at me, bruh)
(stop f+ckin’ lookin’ at me, hol’ on)
9741, i might just get it tatted
across the chest to let you know it can get tragic
fast, real quick like a bl!ck with the switch
she say i ain’t sh+t
she call me a dog
well, i am at heart
i contain pain with these words
on the train, writin’ verses
puttin’ all my problems into he+rs+s
curses to the opps, need to pray or go to church (blaow, blaow)

[verse 3: daysbeforepablo]
came into the game with something to say paved a way for the kids who had no place to play
“who the guy who walked in with a camera?”
don p, kitted up, he not afraid to fan ’em down
send ’em to h+ll with those hollow rounds (where my drink at, nono?)
i’m sick of critics talkin’ that sh+t
stop all that toilet talk, tell em to quit
i’m a machine without the exhaust
line up and put ’em in chalk (fah)

[outro: romeo casiano]
one in the chamber
all i got left
either take it or leave it or die
with each breath
this passion and pain all i got for it
sincerely, an ode
2024

- bkry worldwide daysbeforepablo lyrics

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